enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

57. White veil

No one said a word. Whilst many would have snickered during Trelawney's class whenever she would foresee someone's death, their new teacher had never ceased to amaze them, challenging their knowledge on divination.

Hermione was shivering, her body reacting strangely to the prediction. She had never believed in seers and their powers to see one's future through the curves and lines of their hands, yet, as her eyes stayed on the crystal in front of her - the dark smoke leaving red trails, like droplets of blood before disappearing into the void - she couldn't deny the feeling of emptiness that succumbed her. Her whole body became responsive to the prediction, her temperature dropping while the recurrent throbbing in her head - to which she had managed to shrug away - came back violently, the pain striking behind her eyes - temporarily blinding her - as her lashes battled against her growing tears. The sudden urge to vomit toppled her forward onto the table, her hand instantly clutching her guts, trying to fight the heaves that overcame her.

Extending his arm forward, circling it around her trembling shoulders, Harry mouthed towards Ron for help and both carried her upwards. "Bloody hell, you're lighter than my broom!" Squeaked Ron as he looked down and her curvy body with wide eyes. Scratching his scalp, his confusion drawn on his features, his brow furrowed towards the centre, Ron shook his head and bend down to lift her body completely off the ground. "Harry, you clear the way while we follow behind," he ordered, his voice becoming serious - mature - the usual traces of humour long forgone.

The two boys waited for their teacher to allow them to exist the class yet she was unresponsive. "Professor Ravensun would you like to come with us, you seem rather affected by the news too," suggested Harry, moving his head slightly to the right in hopes of catching her attention.

"Oh!" She gasped, her eyes falling down to meet his, "it is alright Mr Potter, you may leave."

Harry nodded back at her before leaving towards the empty corridors, his steps accommodating to Ron's, who, surprisingly, were faster than his. "Quidditch helped I see," he joked, hitting his shoulder playfully, "in no time I will see you carrying Lavender around Hogwarts."

"Mate that's not it," Ron shook his head, looking down at his curly head friend who had nestled in the crook of his neck, "she is extremely light! I barely feel her weight in my arms," he whispered discreetly towards Harry who frowned in response. "I live with a huge family, all of my brothers already jumped on me, even Ginny, and she is skinny, yet Hermione is far lighter but looks curvier."

After a few steps, Harry, who was far less built that Ron decided to test this theory. "Give her to me," he extended his arms, waiting for her weight, yet it never came. "Hermione!"

"What?" She grumbled, the throbbing in her head increasing with the loudness around her, "stop yelling it hurts!"

"You are bloody anorexic! I am walking up the stairs without a drop of sweat! Snape needs to know about this, how could he have not noticed?"

"What does Snape have to do with any of this?" Questioned Ron, "what do you guys know that I don't?"

Harry groaned, realising his mistake. "Forgive me mate but it's not my place to tell."

Once they had arrived at the infirmary, the matron rushed to the group and immediately beckoned Ron to lay her down delicately onto one of the many beds. "Why don't you boys go back to your class, I will take care of Ms Granger," said Ms Pomfrey before closing the curtains around herself and the nearly unconscious Hermione.

"What do we do?" Mouthed Ron, pointing at the white veils with his chin, "we can't leave her alone, something is wrong with her!"

He had dreaded this day from the instant Hermione had revealed to him her true identity, knowing deep down that he will one day have to face the repercussions of leaving Ronald in the dark. Day and night he silently practised his reaction, how he would physically respond to his friend if he were to ever ask him about Hermione's whereabouts or changes in attitude. A few practice speeches written on folded pieces of parchment hid inside his bedtable, memorizing them countless times whenever he could, yet at this moment, while Ron paced in front of the infirmary - the door now closed behind them - Harry knew it was now or never.

Taking a deep breath and counting slowly in hopes to steady his racing heart from bursting, Harry cleared his voice with a single cough before mumbling, "Ivegottotellyousomething."

Stopping in his track only to turn around on his friend, Ron giggled, "come again? You what?"

It didn't take long for Ron to feel the heavy atmosphere now circling the two. The raven boy's head was facing the floor, as if ashamed of his actions, whereas Ron stood still, waiting for his friend to speak up.

"I've got to tell you something," Harry repeated more clearly, yet the quiver in his voice got Ron by surprise, "it's about Hermione."

"No hyppogriff's dung it's about Hermione, now what is it?"

"Why don't we go talk somewhere else, I don't want anyone to hear us."

Nodding at him, Ron followed sceptically, the crease on his forehead wrinkling his face as they walked further down towards the dungeon as if Harry was leading him to their potion classroom. "Listen mate, as much as I enjoy our little chats in potion, I'm not up to an unnecessary and outside of classes visit to grab some tea with the greasy git."

"Well Mr Weasley, for once I agree with you," came a voice from behind him, causing the young boy to flinch forward, knowing he was now caught.

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A/N: Ron is finally going to find out the truth, or is he? 🤨😲🙈

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